Several amazing caves close to Guadalajara will be presented to the public during a series of talks I will give at the Tec de Monterrey university, beginning in February.
The closest cave to the city is called la Cueva del Chapuzón, which we first heard about one fine Sunday in May, in the plaza of the little town of Ahuisculco, located 26 kilometers west of Guadalajara. This being the hottest month of the year in these parts, the square was already shimmering with heat, although it couldn’t have been earlier than 10 a.m. We approached the stooped form of a man relaxing on the only shaded bench around. Tired eyes glanced at us from a face that sported a harvest of wrinkles, perhaps from years of toil in the burning sun.
“Good morning, caballero, we’ve come here looking for caves in this area. Could you help us?” This was my favorite technique – not very scientific, I’m afraid – for finding caves in Mexico.
The ancient eyes grew puzzled. “¡Ay! If it’s caves you’re looking for, you shouldn’t come to me. Why don’t you ask one of the old men around here?”
Though we were unable to find anyone older than our venerable informant, our question had been overheard by a rancher, young and friendly, who claimed to have a cave on his own property. He was even kind enough to draw us a map to the place, which resulted in our standing knee deep in a muddy swamp about 45 minutes later, trying to find a river, which would lead us to a waterfall which was close to the cave. While slogging through the muck, little did we suspect that our caving club, Grupo Zotz, was about to encounter one of its greatest challenges.
Eventually we reached the end of the swamp and what did we find but the very river our informant had told us about. So, we began following it downstream and after a while came to the top of a quite good-looking waterfall, impressed by the accuracy of the friendly rancher’s information. Now, all we had to do was find the cave.
That problem was resolved, in a sense, the moment we reached the very edge of the cascade, a strikingly beautiful one at that, with a special plus for cavers. Standing at this spot, vapors rising from the canyon some 20 meters below us reached our noses ... and we gasped, because, in spite of the sunshine and open air, we couldn’t miss the unmistakable, pungent odor of bat guano! “There is a cave after all,” we said. “All we have to do is find a way down to the base of the waterfall.”
As we had brought no rope, that job took several hours, following a circular route which brought us to the river at a point downstream. Then we had to wend our way through a bamboo jungle to get back to the waterfall. When we finally reached it, we could see a big black hole to the right of the falls and we discovered that our cave entrance was completely flooded. Naturally we made an attempt to “chimney” above the water level and naturally we fell into the drink and this is how Cold Dunk Cave (El Chapuzón) got its name.
This is the closest cave to Guadalajara and one of the most interesting – as well as unusual – caves I have ever been in. It took us a full year to discover that the cave has 623 meters of passages on two different levels, with a small underground river running through most of it. We also learned that Chapuzón Cave has seven entrances, most of them much easier – and drier – than the waterfall entrance.
In the course of mapping the cave, our biggest obstacle was la Pila de la Pestilencia, a gooey mix of bat guano and water, on the surface of which bobbed the bloated body of a dead rat. Finding no way to get around it, we finally decided to plunge right in and swim across.
On a brighter note, Chapuzón Cave also has a spot we called the Degollado Balcony, which brings you within a few meters of a very lively colony of bats hanging from the 12-meter-high ceiling. A beam of sunlight from a slot in the roof allows you to observe the bats behavior while comfortably seated, with your feet dangling over the edge of the “balcony.” It was fascinating to watch the social interaction of one particular bat, (whom we named Lonesome George) with the majority of the colony. George would keep trying to squeeze his way into one of several huddled masses of bodies, only to be pushed out again and again.
Over the years, this curious cave yielded more and more of its secrets to us, many of which will be revealed during a Powerpoint presentation entitled, The Caves of Guadalajara, which I will give at the Tec de Monterrey on Saturday, February 11. You’ll find information about this talk at Ranchopint.com or contact me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..">This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..